Saturday, August 27, 2016

Ty Demands The Bed

Ty was born in my living room, but he spent the first two years of his life with an elderly woman who spoiled him rotten. She also kept the same hours most elderly people keep. Me, not so much. I pretty much keep vampire hours, so Ty has been slowly adjusting.

Sometimes, he gets tired early and demands me to take down the baby gate. Dinner time gets his mommy Spot all worked up, so I keep the baby gate up most of the evening so she doesn't pee on my bed.

Since Ty's little brain doesn't have a speech center, the best he can do is run back and forth between me and the gate, jumping at it. Chihuahuas are like cranky children when they need to sleep, and he gets impatient if I don't move fast enough to take the gate down.

Uh, a little help here...

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Ty Fell Out Of The Truck

It's been in the upper 90s the last couple of weeks. Ty loves to go outside but it's just been too hot.

So last night I took him with me for a midnight snack. He loves riding in the truck and standing on his tippy toes to see what's going on.

When we got back, my arms were full and I opened the truck door. He tried to jump in my arms but they were full, and he bounced off me and landed on the ground with a *thud*. As I'm mentally calculating the best route to the doggy ER, he coughed, got up, and started wagging his tail.

He seems fine today. Last night I was pressing lightly on his ribs where he landed and he just had some minor discomfort. Today there's no sign that he did a belly flop onto asphalt. Chihuahuas are hearty creatures, but I think I'm going to stop allowing him to jump into my arms when we're in the truck!

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Healthy Snacks

The new doctor has me on a short leash, with drastically less carbohydrates. I've been making the pancakes for their treats even though I don't eat them myself, but lately I have more leftovers of chicken and veggies, so they've been getting more of that for their treats.

Everyone likes grilled chicken, whether you're a doggo or human.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Doggo Humor For The Masses

The Bork Bork I Am Doggo website and Facebook page are getting some good traffic, so I will probably keep posting at least some of my original work. With so much pain and suffering in the world, people need to laugh more.

The humor and memes are one of the few things I like about Facebook. That and seeing people's baby pictures, which is all the "awww" without any of the responsibility :)

Doggos - Has Science Gone Too Far?

The first rule of doggo club is don't talk about doggo club

For this one, I turned my Zoey into a meme. She does have the crazy eyes, so she's cute and scary at the same time.

Doggos - we are legion

DFF - Doggo Friends Forever

The web site has an area to submit photos if anyone has a dog-related, meme-worthy submission!

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Portland Air Show

There was a big air show here last weekend, complete with fighter jets buzzing the whole area at 100 feet off the ground, with full afterburners. It's quite an exhilarating experience seeing a fighter do a barrel roll over your house, almost touching the tree tops.

Not so much exhilarating for my four doggos. It wasn't just all the planes; they were setting off car alarms all over the place, not to mention all the extra traffic, honking and other barking doggos.

"Pet, I think those monsters are still out there"

Poor Zoey was convinced we were under attack, and still occasionally looks at the ceiling for the metal monsters she was sure were coming to murder us. I've thought of putting her on doggy Prozac just like her mommy, Spot, but her anxiety is more situational, and more of what I'd consider normal for a Chihuahua.

Ty had a little anxiety, though I think he more wanted to go outside to see what was going on. And Smokey did fine. If there's no food involved, he could care less.

I can only imagine all the little trembling dogs during the air show. It was incredible seeing the Blue Angels do a loop in formation, but I'm glad it's over, and so are all the neighbors ... and their dogs.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Chihuahua As A First Dog

Today I was reading an article on a dog-related web site where they asked "Does a Chihuahua make a good first dog?" and I was surprised that most Chihuahua owners answered yes. I guess people who love Chihuahuas really love them. I know many who don't.

It's hard to explain to even a dog owner. Many people only see one side of the coin: an ill-tempered, yappy little dog. But what the owners see is a fiercely-loyal companion: small in stature but huge in spirit, and very protective.

The people who take the time and the patience to get to know a Chihuhua are usually rewarded with an amazing dog. They have more personality than other breeds I've had or known. Not to mention cheap to feed and easy to clean up after.

But getting a Chihuahua as a first dog wasn't something that immediately came to my mind even having seven of them at one point. The more I think about it, though, the more I agree that they can be a great first dog with a few caveats:

Everyone else called him Tank, but for whatever reason, he just seemed like a "Lenny" to me. He loved children.

  • They are higher maintenance than most other breeds and require above average dedication from their humans. Dogs have bonded to humans since the beginning of time, but the Chihuahua has an even closer bond. They are loyal like dogs but cuddly like cats.

  • They are small and fragile. If you trip over your Labrador, it will still be licking your face on the ground even after you land on it. If you trip over a Chihuahua, you could kill it. And if it survives, you'll get the cold shoulder. Zoey has been underfoot her whole five years, and even being super careful, she's probably been punted twice in her life. But there's other dangers, too, just because they are so small. 

  • Children. They can do well around young children, but should never be left alone and unsupervised with no training. People underestimate how smart dogs are, but they also underestimate how smart small children are. I've seen an 18 month old toddler say "nice doggie" to Zoey's papa Lenny and gently give him a treat when he was a puppy. Where Ty's last owner told me he was aggressive to children, and Ty doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He's even more gentle than Lenny was. The difference of course is the supervision and guidance. And of course your Labrador would share the same benefits, but the Labrador is more likely to be able to shrug off an unsupervised encounter with an untrained toddler.

  • Food. Chihuahuas obviously eat less than most other breeds because of their size, but they like food probably the most of all breeds. Even overfeeding them a tiny bit, they get porky and start having knee problems. Underfeed a Chihuahua, and it can go into hypoglycemic shock from low blood sugar. Feed them correctly, and they are tiny, well-oiled machines. It's just that there's a very narrow band that they thrive in.

  • The Chihuahua is my favorite breed of dog. They're as high maintenance as children, but I wouldn't change a thing. It's just that I didn't know what I was getting into when I said "sure, get a couple Chihuahuas!"

    Saturday, August 6, 2016

    More Doggo Humor

    It's been fun playing with Photoshop and my doggos meme page. Even my mom likes some of these.

    Doggo In Hyperspace

    Doggo Hunting Prey In The Wild

    Doggo On The Moon

    Penguin Doggo

    A World Without Doggos

    Doggo Feeling Abandoned

    Doggo Doing A Fabulous

    Wednesday, August 3, 2016

    Killer Instinct

    Lenny had the killer instinct. Even in the final stages of congestive heart failure, he would race across the house and beat all his young, able offspring to get a piece of food dropped on the floor. We were aghast every time he did that, but Lenny was a beast. He lived every day of his life loving hard, playing hard, and he was a good daddy to his puppies.

    We always joked that Spot is crazy and Lenny was a beast, so all the puppies have those two qualities to a certain degree.

    Zoey is a beast, with a full dose her mamma's intelligence/crazy and her daddy's beast mode. She has her daddy's killer instinct. Now beast + smart + crazy = Zoey is always the first one to the treat. A piece of chicken falls out of the pan, and within milliseconds she eats it and throws it up because it's ... piping hot. I throw a treat for Ty and she gets it 9/10 times.

    Ty is smart and gentle, with none of the beast or crazy. I like to think he's what his mamma would be if she were normal. She came from a puppy mill and was abused, but we didn't realize some of the crazy was genetic. So Ty is basically a tiny Labrador--unlike a Chihuahua at all. But that means he loses most of his treats to Zoey. Or would lose if I didn't compensate by giving her treats last. Most of them catch treats out of the air, but I almost never specifically give her one because she's been known to leap in front of Ty and snatch his treats out of the air.

    Smokey loves food as much as Zoey does, but he's getting old, and all the eye injuries from battling with his nemesis, Lenny, means he can't reliably catch treats out of the air, and Zoey is just too fast and agile for him.

    Spot loves food, but could care less if she gets a treat outside of dinner. She doesn't have the killer instinct as far as getting to treats, but once you give her a treat, she turns into a foul, dangerous beast if another dog comes too near while she's eating it.

    So, as usual, Zoey is the criminal mastermind of the bunch, and she always seems to get too many treats no matter what I do. Thankfully she's too small to get into the pantry or on the counters like my brother's husky.

    Tuesday, August 2, 2016

    My Chihuahuas Are Tiny, Well Oiled Machines

    With a big house and a full pack of Chihuahuas, our life was pretty chaotic. There was just so much going on, that we never seemed to settle into a routine with the dogs. They always seemed to eat, play and potty at different times.

    Now that the doggies are the main focus of my life, they finally have the structure they needed. Little dogs are are like small children, and they're definitely creatures of habit. With dad, they eat, play and potty on the same schedule every day.

    They seem to prefer being on a set schedule. My Chihuahuas are now tiny, well oiled machines!